26 October 2016

Some expat postings are easy in terms of languages, some are
more challenging. In four of my postings
I have been lucky to speak a language
that is either the national language or extremely widely spoken. Others have required me to learn to
communicate in another tongue.

I tend to approach languages by getting an introductory ‘teach
yourself’ book or app and then, when I have enough basic information, just
start to converse. In Venezuela my
parents gave me a language book to read then told me I had ‘volunteered’ to translate to and from Spanish for the English, German and Dutch children at company summer camp. It was a real ‘in at the deep end’ moment but
it did work, by the end of the week I had some basic facility in the language,
albeit with a very strong local accent! In
fact I have always made the best progress in a language when living somewhere
where people do not speak English (nowhere else really speaks Dutch!) as it
forces me to learn. I adopt a pragmatic
approach. I don’t need to speak a
language perfectly but I do need to be able to communicate. Once I can do that I can start to improve and
find that people are generally happy to help.
One fruit stall holder at a market in Astana used to reward me with a
piece of fruit if I had improved since she had last seen me.

Arabic has not been so easy to learn, partly because on a
day to day basis most people we come in contact with speak perfect
English. Colleagues, all parents at
school and most residents of our compound do, most shop keepers, Expat or
Saudi, do too. I have tried to learn
using apps but the dialect here is very different to the language used in them and because of the way the letters of the alphabet change depending on their
position in a word it has been almost impossible for me to self teach.

Confusing is not the word!

I was over the moon, therefore, when I found a language
course offered by a local institute (The Jeddah Cultural Exchange Centre). The course is broken into parts and I was
able to register for the beginners’ sessions.
The aim of these was to gain familiarity with the alphabet and learn
some basic vocabulary. The course was
quite intensive, three nights a week for four weeks. The course was taught in English which was
perfect for me although I have a huge amount of respect for the pupils for whom
English is a second language! Our
teacher, a Syrian lady now living in Jeddah, started by teaching us the 28
letters of the Arabic alphabet and how to recognise them, not just as a stand-alone
letter but when we saw them at the beginning, middle and end of a word.

I thought Cyrillic, with its multiple letters for Y, was
challenging but for someone used to the Latin Alphabet Arabic is a whole new
level of difficult. There are 4 or 5 different forms of the letter T, some are
distinct but others are impossible for my ear to distinguish from each other,
the two Ks are equally confusing. The 2
(or 3) Ds are, at least distinct (in written if not in spoken form) as are the three forms of S, the two As and
the two different H’s. Yet more letters
do double duty. The Y can stand for Y or
E and the W for W and O. There are even
more letters that are only used at the ends of words. Short vowels (A, I and U) are modifiers used above or below the word to
change the pronunciation of a letter ie Ba, Bi, Bu, but these are not typically
written so you just have to ‘know’ which vowel is used where. A lot of the letters look suspiciously
similar when written; a misplaced dot can mean the difference between a J and a
K or a Z and an R and whether or not a loop is coloured in can change a GH to
an F.

It was enough to give me a headache, gradually, however,
things started to make sense. I have
started to be able to read simple words (I was over the moon to read Balsamic
on the vinegar bottle and Cocoa on the cocoa tin). The course has been a success because it does
not concentrate on the written form of the language to the exclusion of
everything else (a common aspect of language courses here). Our teacher has also worked hard to
make sure that we are able to communicate.
The other day I clarified a measurement length of an Abaya in Arabic and I felt
ridiculously pleased. The lady in the
shop did too and gave me a huge grin.

The course has a secondary benefit as well and that is the
chance to get to know other people in Jeddah.
Participants registered on the course are from all over the world, India,
South Africa, UK, Philippines, Turkey, US and Malaysia. We have all come to Jeddah for very different
reasons but it is lovely to get to know each other.

There is a long way to go, building vocabulary (and
retaining it) is challenging because I do not have to use the language every
day. I have registered for the second
level course to try to keep the momentum in my studies.

13 October 2016

Some postings are ones that you get to return to again and
again, even after you leave. Others you
expect, for one reason or another never to see again. Warri (Nigeria) and Maracaibo (Venezuela) are hardly tourist destinations to bring the family to for example.

Nigeria was beautiful but not the easiest posting to return to.

My many postings fall into a variety of those
two categories. I go back to the town we
lived in when we were last in the UK an awful lot because, by a complete
co-incidence, we ended up living 5 minutes from where my parents had bought a
house many years before and where they chose to retire. These days, going back to visit my father and step-mother
is strange, I was a local councillor there for 6 years so relatively well known
to a number of people through my party and through campaigning. I often run into old colleagues of my
husbands or old pupils of his. It is
home (the children and I stayed there for a significant part of the 4 months we were waiting for Saudi visas), and yet it is not. My mother loved
the town, she was not English but it was where she chose to settle and live out her days. This town was the place she returned to every year from around 1992 when my
parents bought the house and we spent most of our short half term holidays
there from around that time to leaving school. It is more home to me than any other place on earth ... and yet....
I see her ghost everywhere I walk and it is incredibly painful; harder
now to go back than it was to live there after her death. I love seeing my father and my step-mother
and the children adore their visits there but I find it very, very sad. I wonder if people who have lived in the same
place all their life have a similar response post bereavement, do they suddenly
want to move away or is it just my complete and utter lack of true ties to any place?

Our beautiful old home town in England

I had a similar feeling when, following a visit to my Uncle and
Aunt in their home town in the Netherlands, I drove to show Mr EE and the older
children the place where Oma & Opa had lived.
I spent a lot of time with them as a child, living with them for long
periods and often visiting them for short holidays when I was first in boarding
school. I was ok in the town, it was rather fun to walk in my old steps, but when we
went to the building their flat had been in I broke down, racked with
sobs. I still don’t really know why (I don’t
have the same reaction when I see my other grandparents’ house in Dublin or when I wander around Den Haag, the town where I was born and where I lived 4 times in my life),
perhaps it was a realisation that a place that had been so pivotal, so
important to me, now has no connection to me at all other than an ageing uncle and aunt. The ripples my life had made on the surface of the Assen pond have almost disappeared for ever.

Revisiting past pleasures in Ipoh

Other than that, by and large when I leave a posting I
leave, I put it to bed in my mind and look forward to the next one. I rarely hanker after the life that has been.
I have been back to some of the other countries I have lived but never to my old
homes (except on Google Maps) or even cities until last month. When I had to rush back to Malaysia to see
our very sick dog I ended up in our old town.
It was a strange visit because it has not been long since we were there,
Ipoh was our home until December last year.
In between seeing to the dogs I revisited old hunting grounds, traces of
our life there were everywhere. My hair
needed colouring so I went to my old hairdresser, I was still on record. On the two evenings I was there I ate at two
of our favourite restaurants. I was
welcomed back to both by name and asked if I wanted ‘my usual’, when I parked
at the mall (I treated myself to a cinema trip, something we can’t do in Saudi)
the mark made when our power steering fluid suffered a catastrophic leak in
August last year could still be seen in our favoured spot.

Our old home had the most amazing view.

On a whim I went back to our old home. We lived in a gated development with some
beautiful park land and the guard, remembering me, waved me through with a big
smile. Our old house was occupied by a
new family but I parked nearby and walked around the running track where we had
walked the dogs every day (the plan had been to scatter Bessie’s ashes there if
she had had to be put down). The fish,
the monkeys, the monitor lizards were all still there. Sadly there is a lot of development going on at
the theme park across the lake and I can see that we were lucky in our time
there. Unlike the feelings of sadness I
have when visiting my old home in the Netherlands or the UK I felt a feeling of
closure that I have never sought and had not expected to want or need.

Our ripples are still there, though fading fast, they will be gone before long but, unlike Assen, I feel no sense of sadness about that.

We were happy to leave Ipoh, it had only ever been a temporary
posting and had we remained in Malaysia we would have been in KL by now but we
left with a short turn round, with Mr EE being asked to start his new job very
quickly (6 months notice is more normal in education). Whenever we relocate we try to spend as much
time as possible fixing memories of our posting, memories that will last us a
life time. We do our favourite things
and make the most of our remaining time there.
In Ipoh the time we had to do this was very short. The little swansong visit was, in many ways,
the perfect way to put that posting to bed.

Have you ever returned to a previous posting? How did it make you feel?

6 October 2016

Jeddah is a coastal city and, as such, has an extensive
waterfront. The corniche is divided up
into a number of discrete sections, all slightly different in character and all
equally charming and enjoyable. One of
our favourite parts is the Middle Corniche Park. This is quite some way from our home and can
take up to half an hour to get there but it is worth it.

Enjoying the scenery at the Corniche Park

Nestled at the end of Falastin (Palestine) street, this park
is home to some quite tracts of grass, a walk way, some play grounds, sculpture
and views over the King Fahd fountain.
We like to go down towards evening time, aiming to get to the park about
15 minutes before sunset prayers. This
gives us time to get a bottle of water or an ice cream from a snack vendor
before they close up.

There are plenty of vendors selling treats for children
and picnic essentials like cushions and carpets.

As non Muslims we are, of course, not required to do
anything other than not disturb those at their devotions. All shops close down by law and restaurants
close their doors to new customers. In
the park roll out carpets are available for those who wish to pray. We tend to take the opportunity to walk
quietly through the park, enjoying the scenery and the sunset. The gardens are well maintained and full of
sculptures although to my untutored eye they do not appear to be the best quality.

The park is quiet during prayer time

But full of life at other times.

As prayers come to an end families break out picnics and
barbeques on the lawns, children cycle or roller-skate down the path, married couples
stroll hand in hand and hopeful young men cast their fishing lines. In the cooler weather you see people out for
a run, men in their sports wear and sometimes even the odd woman in her abaya
(although given the difficulty of running in one women tend more towards power
walking).

The park is a pleasant place for a romantic stroll

Strange sculptures abound

We are not even sure what these are!

Sunsets in Jeddah are often less than spectacular; we don’t
get enough cloud cover for the really striking skies that I loved in Brighton,
another seaside town I called home for many years. Nevertheless it is the best time to enjoy the
spectacle that is the King Fahd fountain.
Built in the 1980s it is the tallest fountain in the world, shooting
seawater up to around 300m high. It is
so imposing that can be seen from the aircraft as they come in to land at the
airport and it can be seen at the other end of town (if you are high enough).

Children play in the many well equipped parks

People gather to enjoy convivial evenings

This section of the corniche is only a few kilometres long
so once we have walked to the end and back we just have time to nip into a
restaurant on Falastin before they close the doors for the night time prayers.

Sunset is the best time to enjoy views of the fountain

It dominates this part of town

This park is, for us, a perfect example of how life here is
like and yet unlike anywhere else.
People enjoy the seafront in seaside towns around the world. Watching children eat cotton candy and learn
to roller-skate on promenades (as I did in Brighton all those years ago) and
seeing couples stroll and families barbeque it could be the seaside in Miri,
the riverside in Astana; and yet… it is quintessentially Arabia.

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About Me

I am a no longer 30 something global soul, a perpetual expat. I was born in the Netherlands to a Dutch/Irish Family. Since then I have lived in Norway, Nigeria, Turkey and Venezuela. I went to school and university in the UK. We decided to have an adventure and took our children and the dog(s) to live abroad, first to Kazakhstan and then to various locations in Malaysia. Our current home is in Jeddah, Saudi Arabia.
This blog is about how we muddle through daily life as expats and how things have changed from the adventures of my childhood.